Uh what you talm bout
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Here cuz we ballin out
I can hear em talkin, we want all the clout
These lames act tough then wanna talk it out
Take aim bang bang then i cross em out
Cav gang gang swimmin in a large amount
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Look i be burnin bridges
Im too old to fake friendships
Too cold for these niggaz
And im on the road to riches
Come and f*ck with me
All white coupe lookin fergalicious
Catch me swervin in it
Picture me fallin off thats a given
But it aint gone happen now
We just beginning
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
I be on that dumb shit but my I Q ain't/
Drip lookin wet got that Bobby bouchey/
You party on a Saturday like my tues day/
So i don't wanna hear a f*ckin thing that you say/
I'm so ill got the Sudafed deal/
Signing million dollar contracts you in bed still/
Meeting wit some mogul i was never spose too/
Now I'm on the west coast still bi coastal
Recorded labels in my DMs and shit/
Now i gotta calm down my temper im pissed/
You slaving a job waitin for 5:30/
Everything I do is blog worthy/
I am killin it I'm feelin the villian that don't quit/
I'm drillin it I'm coming through the ceilin im so lit/
I'm a problem and I gotta lotta goons beside me/
I'm promising we're runnin right through like an IV/
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
DaCav - Talm Bout (feat. B Roc, Mikey P) Lyrics
DaCav - Talm Bout (feat. B Roc, Mikey P) Lyrics
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Uh what you talm bout
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Here cuz we ballin out
I can hear em talkin, we want all the clout
These lames act tough then wanna talk it out
Take aim bang bang then i cross em out
Cav gang gang swimmin in a large amount
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Look i be burnin bridges
Im too old to fake friendships
Too cold for these niggaz
And im on the road to riches
Come and f*ck with me
All white coupe lookin fergalicious
Catch me swervin in it
Picture me fallin off thats a given
But it aint gone happen now
We just beginning
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
I be on that dumb shit but my I Q ain't/
Drip lookin wet got that Bobby bouchey/
You party on a Saturday like my tues day/
So i don't wanna hear a f*ckin thing that you say/
I'm so ill got the Sudafed deal/
Signing million dollar contracts you in bed still/
Meeting wit some mogul i was never spose too/
Now I'm on the west coast still bi coastal
Recorded labels in my DMs and shit/
Now i gotta calm down my temper im pissed/
You slaving a job waitin for 5:30/
Everything I do is blog worthy/
I am killin it I'm feelin the villian that don't quit/
I'm drillin it I'm coming through the ceilin im so lit/
I'm a problem and I gotta lotta goons beside me/
I'm promising we're runnin right through like an IV/
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Here cuz we ballin out
I can hear em talkin, we want all the clout
These lames act tough then wanna talk it out
Take aim bang bang then i cross em out
Cav gang gang swimmin in a large amount
If you aint talm paper get the f*ck up outta
Look i be burnin bridges
Im too old to fake friendships
Too cold for these niggaz
And im on the road to riches
Come and f*ck with me
All white coupe lookin fergalicious
Catch me swervin in it
Picture me fallin off thats a given
But it aint gone happen now
We just beginning
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
I be on that dumb shit but my I Q ain't/
Drip lookin wet got that Bobby bouchey/
You party on a Saturday like my tues day/
So i don't wanna hear a f*ckin thing that you say/
I'm so ill got the Sudafed deal/
Signing million dollar contracts you in bed still/
Meeting wit some mogul i was never spose too/
Now I'm on the west coast still bi coastal
Recorded labels in my DMs and shit/
Now i gotta calm down my temper im pissed/
You slaving a job waitin for 5:30/
Everything I do is blog worthy/
I am killin it I'm feelin the villian that don't quit/
I'm drillin it I'm coming through the ceilin im so lit/
I'm a problem and I gotta lotta goons beside me/
I'm promising we're runnin right through like an IV/
Look
Look
One time for the grind
Two times for the hustle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Everyday i hustle
Cuz i could never settle
Having dreams of that duffle bag
Full of bundles of cash from the come up
What you talm bout
Writer: Brian Jenkins, Michael Pericoloso
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